Marry me postcards and poisoned roses,
flan, tequila lollipops,
stern nose, son in a trunk
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Christmas Polaroids and Blow-up Bozo,
parking tickets, barbecue
sauce and Northern accents
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Thick lenses, thin ties, gray serge and guitar,
real estate license, Best Boy,
dog-eared Home to the Stars
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This is a really interesting poem. “Son in a trunk”, “real estate license” – such unique things to list in a poem.
And I’m not sure where I got them from the folks I was thinking of…but thank you, Angel.